April 10, 2009

"Empty Nest" by Geoffrey Philp

Her little boy had gone away.
So she searched his drawers for the lock of hair
After his first haircut in his grandfather’s chair

How he wailed when she crouched to pray
This would be the worst she’d ever have to bear.
Her little boy had gone away.

She had steeled herself for this day
But never imagined how her palms would sear
While brushing his face, the burn of his tears.
Her little boy had gone away.


I’ll be taking a break over the Easter holidays. Be back on Wednesday,
April 15, 2009.


Jamaipanese said...

interesting poem

enjoy your Easter break!

Geoffrey Philp said...

Give thanks,Jamaipanese & Welcome!

Stephen A. Bess said...

This poem is nicely framed. I can imagine it being based on true events personal or somewhere.

Geoffrey Philp said...

Thanks, Stephen. I am enjoying Liquid Lunch a lot!

Rethabile said...

Nice going-away present, for the ones staying. Have a good rest.

Geoffrey Philp said...

Thanks, Rethabile!
It's a kind of prophetic poem because my son will soon be leaving for college and my wife and I will have to deal with this issue.